I smiled at the Sweet Shoppe. I walked in my honey-blonde hair in a ponytail. MY china-blue eyes were glowing with Dark Navy-blue eyeliner. I could smell my Barney's Melon-Peach lip-smackers. I touched my charm bracelet and a tear went down. I wiped the tear away before any-one could see it. I ordered a Mango-Pineapple smoothie. I turned around to see a cute guy. My eyes sparkled.
Post by Noah Aurelio on Nov 26, 2012 20:57:17 GMT -5
[/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -5px; color: 232D54; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; line-height: 25px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left:1px; text-align: left;]tonight i wanna turn my head off
AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL thingy MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
he was bored, bored of all of the americans who flirted with him every move they made, sure he was a bit of a flirt himself but he didn't come up with the corny jokes. pizza seemed like a good fall back, it was after all made original from italy right? or was it one of those accident american inventions? he didn't really care but food was food and his male metabolism helped him when he ate a bit to much. walking in he seemed to have caught a girl's eye. she was a blonde and seemed to be another one of those popular girls. gosh, he never could seem to get away from the bees of the school. after ordering he walked over to the girl and grinned,"hey, this seat taken?" he asked, letting his thick accent seep off his lips.
I cocked my head. "No." I said in my French accent. I loved his Italian Accent. I motioned for Noah to sit across from me. Though I was a popular,I was looking for a guy. I hanged out with Sky or my girls,but now was about me. I sipped my Mango-Pineapple smoothie. I loved the taste.
Last Edit: Nov 26, 2012 21:03:56 GMT -5 by Vanessa★
taking a seat, noah smiled in a thank-you way and took a bit of the pineapple pizza, it was an italian thing. "sorry i haven't introduced myself, that is rather rude." he paused for a breathe and continued, "i'm noah, you are my dear?" taking another bit the boy glanced around the cute little restaurant. in a couple of tables over, some girl was throwing him flirty glances and so were her friends. he returned them with a small smiled and continued his scan of all the people. seeing some guys in jerseys, thoughts of learning to play football rolled through his mind.
"i'm noah, you are my dear?" I smiled. "I'm Vanessa,also I love your Italian accent." I said. Although Liam was from Australia,I never met an Italian. I loved the Slice. I wondered about ordering a pizza.